bookcurios Was Chapter 50 coerced?
Was Chapter 50 coerced?
When Jiang Zhuang saw the police arrive, and then looked at the ten thousand yuan in his hand, he didn't know what to do.
I suddenly felt like running away.
Song Dazhi grabbed him, "No, I didn't run away, why are you running? You're not lying to me, are you?"
"No...no."
"What's going on? Who called the police?" The police officers walked over, and when they saw Song Dazhi, the leader raised an eyebrow and said, "Boss Song, what trouble are you causing now!"
"Can you please just shut up for a bit?"
The onlookers' doubts lessened when they saw that everyone at the police station knew Song Dazhi.
Song Dazhi protested his innocence, saying, "I'm innocent, Old Chen! I didn't cause any trouble. I just bought a bag, nothing happened here. I don't know who called the police."
"Look, I've already given him the money, I'll buy it for him!"
Song Dazhi pointed with his chin at the money in Jiang Zhuang's hand, then patted the bag in his hand and said.
The police officers took one look and exclaimed, "Holy crap!"
"how much is it?"
Song Dazhi said, "Ten thousand, not a penny less, ten thousand yuan for his bag?"
The police were stunned. Ten thousand dollars for a wallet?
"I'm sure I'll spend 10,000 yuan on a wallet. What kind of wallet?"
When the police asked this question, Song Dazhi didn't need to explain; the onlookers immediately started offering their own explanations!
Jiang Cheng stood there without saying a word, and Shen Youqing wondered whether she should call someone.
Li Minghao was a little nervous, as he had never experienced such a scene before.
Zheng Junjie remained calm, seemingly unconcerned about what had happened. He had been scared, but seeing the police arrive reassured him.
But just then, his gaze swept across the scene, and his heart skipped a beat.
Because he saw someone walking towards him, and that person was his father!
"Why is he here?!"
Zheng Junjie quickly stood at attention, like a guard receiving an inspection!
Through everyone's explanations, the police officers at the station finally understood the whole story.
Nick's wallet was taken from Song Dazhi's hand in surprise.
"This bag costs ten thousand?"
Song Dazhi said happily, "That's right, the shop upstairs sells it for ten thousand, not a penny less. I just went up to check!"
"So, what do you think? Isn't this bag impressive?"
The police officer looked at the ten thousand yuan in Jiang Zhuang's hand and asked, "Did he force you?"
Jiang Zhuangtou shook his head vigorously, "No, no!"
There was indeed coercion just now. He said he didn't want the money and wanted to give it to Song Dazhi, but Song Dazhi forced him to accept the money!
They didn't know they could actually make money from it!
Can I call it coercion?
The police station knew about it too. They'd already got the money—ten thousand dollars!—how could they possibly force them?
"You got this from a blind box at this stall?"
People around them egged them on, telling the police to open one too, for only ten dollars.
Jiang Cheng stood in front of the stall with a smile on his face and said, "If the police officers like them, I'll give one to each of them. But I can't guarantee that there will be a Nick wallet inside. I don't even know what style it is. But on average, there's one Nick wallet in every thousand."
The police officer waved his hand and said, "Forget about that. I just wanted to ask, you said there's one Nick wallet in every thousand of them. That's just what you said. How can you guarantee it? What if there isn't one?"
The onlookers immediately perked up when they heard the questions asked by the police.
Yup!
They care about this issue too. You might say there are a thousand, but what if you're lying?
Jiang Cheng smiled and shook his head, his gaze sweeping over everyone around him. He said, "I can't guarantee it, and you can choose not to believe me. You can think I'm lying to you. There isn't a single Nick wallet out of a thousand."
"Therefore, we suggest that everyone buy rationally. But we can guarantee that each blind box is only ten yuan, and each blind box will definitely contain a wallet that is worth more than its price. Ten wallets can be exchanged for a pair of genuine leather shoes, worth four hundred and eighty-eight yuan!"
The police officer turned around and asked, "Is that right?"
Someone in the crowd immediately said, "That's true, nobody knows if Nick's wallet is inside."
"But he can't guarantee that nothing will happen. If no one can open Nick's wallet, no one will buy it."
Then the police officers looked at Jiang Zhuang and asked, "Is there any problem with selling your wallet for ten thousand yuan?"
Jiang Zhuang quickly shook his head; he was incredibly excited!
Because it seems that the 10,000 yuan in his hand really is his!
I spent 300 and made 10,000!
Now I'm a millionaire!
What other problem could he possibly have?
There's absolutely no problem. The police can all testify for him; this ten thousand dollars is his!
"Since everyone is fine, then it was all a misunderstanding?"
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!" Song Dazhi quickly said, "Am I the kind of unreasonable and domineering person?"
The police officers just smiled and didn't say anything.
A voice rang out from the crowd: "I also want a Nick wallet, but I'm not as rich as Boss Song. If anyone finds one and wants to sell it, the price is negotiable!"
"Really! My cousin bought one yesterday, and I called him to ask if he'd sell it!"
"Boss, can I buy blind boxes now? I want ten!"
Jiang Cheng glanced at the police station.
The police station said, "Okay, you can continue."
As soon as he finished speaking, the people who had been orderly and gathered around suddenly swarmed towards the stall like a swarm of bees!
"I want three!"
"I want twenty!"
"I want thirty!"
"I want five!"
"Hurry up, me, me, me!"
What the hell!
The police officers were startled and were quickly pushed out!
Jiang Zhuang has already taken the opportunity to escape!
He ran off with 10,000 yuan!
Song Dazhi and the police were all pushed to the outer perimeter.
A group of people surrounded Song Dazhi, wanting to see his Nickelodeon wallet!
Song Dazhi's face lit up with a smile!
Holding a wallet with 10,000 yuan in it makes you look good!
"This wallet is really exquisite. The workmanship is different from others."
“I just heard that every wallet has its own ID card.”
"Boss Song is really rich! He was the first person to buy a Nickelodeon wallet!"
"Cool! If I could use Nick's wallet, I'd probably find a girlfriend!"
Song Dazhi was ecstatic. The 10,000 yuan was well spent; he wanted to maintain a respectable appearance!
There are at least a hundred people here who know they have 10,000 yuan in their wallets. It's prestigious!
"Boss Song."
Suddenly, someone shouted, and Song Dazhi recognized the voice immediately!
Moreover, it was a voice that could hold his life in its grasp.
Looking up, I exclaimed, "Isn't that General Manager Zheng!"
The "General Manager Zheng" that Song Dazhi addressed was actually from a relevant department.
However, everyone likes to tell the boss to avoid risks.
This General Manager Zheng is someone who can control his fate on the battlefield.
"Mr. Zheng, you're here too. Are you interested in this Nick? I'd like to see who can drive it at the meeting, and I'll send one to you!"
Mr. Zheng thought to himself, "Is it strange that I'm here? My son is still selling blind wallets at his stall."